Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off, fan me off)
I gotta cool down, heated (Fan me off like hot, hot, hot, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah (Cool it down, hot, hot, hot, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
It’s been a lot of years, really thinking you gettin’ one past me? (Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip)
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down, heated
Oh, you got me, heated, heated, oh
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To kill space and time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no-no, no
With a waist and wine like this
My love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me (Uh)
Oh, now you wish I was complacent (Uh)
Boy, you must’ve mixed up our faces (Uncle, uncle)
Oh, now you wanna have conversations (Johnny, uncle)
See, now you’re testing my patience (Johnny, uncle Johnny made my dress)
Yeah, yeah (Fan me off)
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off, fan me off)
I gotta cool down, heated (Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah (Tip, tip, tip, tipping on, tip, tip, tip, tipping on)
Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off (Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany)
I gotta cool it down, heated (I’m hot, hot, hot)
You got me, heated, heated (Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations (Whole lotta, lotta, lotta)
Playing victim and a villain at the same time
Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta niggas been waiting, they want some time on it
Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy (Wake up pretty)
If you keep playing with my heart, boy, I’m just as petty as you are (Petty, petty, petty, petty)
Uh, only a real man can tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby (Oh, yeah)
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off, fan me off)
I gotta cool down, heated (Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated, heated
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space in a time like this, my love (Oh)
Never met a girl so fine like this, no-no, no, no-no (Fan me off, I’m hot, hot, hot)
With a waist and wine like this (Coco Chanel, put me up jail)
Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board (Would waist and wine like this)
Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my God (Ooh, ooh)
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mm, yummy, yummy, yum, make that bummy heated
Make a pretty girl felt that shitty
Whiskey ’til I’m tipsy, glitter on my kitty (Ooh, ooh)
Cool it down, down, down, my pretty
Bad, bad, bitchy, make a bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, f-fine, f-fine, fine, fine
Liberated, livin’ like we ain’t got time
Yadda, yadda, yah, yadda, yadda, yah, yah
Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bom, ka, ka
Spazzin’ on that ass, spaz on that ass
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off, my wrist goes click
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits
Drinkin’ my water, mindin’ my biz
Monday, I’m overrated
Tuesday, on my dick
Flip-flop, flippy, flip-floppin’ ass bitch
Fan me off, watch my wrist go click
Fan me off, I’m hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Cuff me, please, ’cause this ain’t fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Fan me off, I’m hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Fingertips go tap, tap, t-tap
On my MPC, makin’ disco trap
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Ha-ha, hm, hm, hm, hm-hm
The Fire of Confidence and Self-Expression
Beyoncé’s “HEATED” is a bold anthem radiating self-assurance, luxury, and unfiltered authenticity. Through clever references to designer brands and her own Ivy Park line, Beyoncé flexes both her material success and her unapologetic individuality. The recurring motif of needing to “fan herself off” cleverly symbolizes both literal heat and the metaphorical heat of independence and desirability. The song’s playful braggadocio is underscored by sharp lines about relationships, self-worth, and resilience, as Beyoncé effortlessly balances vulnerability with bravado.
Cultural and Personal Layers
Beyond the surface, “HEATED” weaves in personal family tributes—“Uncle Johnny made my dress”—and playful wordplay that celebrates Black culture, fashion, and feminine liberation. The track’s energetic, disco-infused beat complements the lyrical themes of empowerment, while tongue-in-cheek jabs and vivid imagery keep the song’s spirit both fierce and fun. Ultimately, “HEATED” is a celebration of self-love, confidence, and the power to command one’s own narrative.
Song Credits
- Artist: Beyoncé
- Songwriters: Beyoncé, Sean “The Pen” Garrett, Drake, Jahaan Sweet, and others
- Release Year: 2022
- Label: Parkwood Entertainment, Columbia Records